Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?



41. Chapter 41

Chapter 41

When I woke the next morning, I was enveloped in Harry’s arms. Memories of yesterday came flooding back. Tears of relief stung my eyes just thinking about it. I wasn’t pregnant, and I knew I was lucky. If I had been, my life would have spiraled out of control.

I untangled myself from Harry and made my way to the bathroom when I noticed his phone was vibrating. Someone named Brittany was trying to call him. Shrugging, I ignored it and took a quick shower. When I came out of the bathroom —wearing one of Harry’s t-shirts— his phone started ringing again. It was Brittany. Who was that? Was it someone from management? I was brushing my hair when Brittany started calling again.

It must have been important, so I answered it. I would take a message. It was probably about the tour or something. “Harry Styles’s phone.” I said.

“Um, is Harry there?” A female voice snapped.

“He’s sleeping. Can I take a message for him?” I paced back and forth in his room, my hair over one shoulder.

“Yes. Tell him I said thanks for the other night, and we should certainly do it again in the future.” Brittany purred.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number.” I politely said.

“No, I don’t think I do,” She hissed, “Just who the hell are you, anyways?”

“I’m Harry’s girlfriend, Amabel.” I furrowed my brow.

“Oh, yeah, he mentioned you before we…” she chuckled, “never mind. Just stay away from him okay? He’s playing you.”

My jaw dropped, but she already hung up. What was that about? Was…Was Harry cheating on me? After more than a year? No, no he wouldn’t do that. But then what did she mean by thanks for the other night? I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my face. Harry was still sleeping, not moving an inch. Anger pulsed through every vein in my body. Who was this bitch, and why did she tell me to back off?

We were in love, right? Harry was the one for me; the only person in this entire world who I thought would never hurt me. There was no other explanation. He was obviously hooking up with Brittany. Why else would she be calling him three times in one morning?

I wasn’t going to run. Last time I ran away, I ended up on Andy’s couch, and Harry and I fought. It was bad and I wasn’t going to go through that again. I was going to wait for him to wake up and ask what the hell was going on. If he lied, then…I don’t know what would happen.

So that’s what I did. I sat in the chair by the window and waited for 40 minutes before Harry woke. When he did, I didn’t say anything; just stared out the window with no expression on my face. Speaking first was something that he was going to do; not me.

“Hey babe.” Harry smiled. I didn’t react. He walked over and kissed my shoulder. “Good morning.” His voice was still husky from waking up. “Babe? Are you okay? Is it about yesterday? If you’re still freaked out, we can talk…”

“Who is she?” I interrupted, snapping my head in his direction, looking at him for the first time.

His eyebrows touched. “Who is who?”

I jumped up, getting angrier by the second. “Don’t lie, okay? Don’t lie to me, Harry!” I raised my voice.

“I’m not lying! Who are you talking about?” he snapped.

“Brittany!” I shouted. I took his phone from the dresser. “She kept calling and I answered and she told me to stay away from you and that she had a wonderful time the other night!”

“Oh my god, no, Amabel, it’s not--”

“Yes, it is! You’re fucking cheating on me!” I screamed, throwing his phone at the wall. It broke into a few pieces.

Harry stood there, tears falling down his cheeks. “I didn’t cheat on you. I would never do that. You don’t understand, okay? I just--”

“Don’t tell me I don’t understand!” I yelled. “Never tell me I don’t understand.”

“Amabel, I love you, and I would never do something like that to you.”

“Save it,” I snapped. “I thought that you understood me. You promised me you would never hurt me like Owen did. But this is worse. Owen was drunk when he hurt me, but you knew what you were doing, Harry!” Tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

Harry cried with me, too. “No, no, please.” He stepped closer, but I backed away.

“Don’t! Don’t…touch me.” I sat on the bed and cried. I heard Harry approach me, but he didn’t touch me. My shoulders shook with the sobs I was holding back. It was hard to believe this. Harry wasn’t that…person. I guess I was wrong.

“I love you. So much, I thought you knew that.” He whispered as he sat beside me.

“I know, but…I can’t believe you did this.” I said.

“I didn’t!”

“Then why was she calling you?” I demanded.

“I met her before I met you. She came to one of our concerts and we…hooked up. It was a one-time thing and…I bumped into her last week. She bought me a coffee, and we talked for a little bit. She wanted to get together again, but I told her I was with you, and that our relationship was serious. Being…well, her, she didn’t care and…kissed me.”

“She what?!” I yelled.

“I didn’t kiss her back, I swear!” Harry said.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” I whispered. My heart was shattered into a million pieces and scattered all around the room. It would take forever to put my heart back together.

“I’m so sorry. More than you will ever know.” Harry stood up and took my face in his hands, but I stepped away.

“I don’t trust you.” I said coldly. “I can’t do this.”

Harry sunk onto his knees. “Please. Don’t…”

This was killing me, from the inside out. It sent me over the edge seeing him on his knees in front of me. But I couldn’t ignore that he didn’t tell me. “Harry, we need a break.” Just saying that made more tears fall.

He took a while to process the words. His head bowed and he took his head in his hands. “No, I love you! Don’t leave me!”

I didn’t want to, but I needed time. “I’m sorry. We’re done.” With that, I packed my things and left the room. Harry didn’t move from the floor. Before I shut the door, I looked back, seeing him staring at me longingly.

Don’t go he mouthed. But I pursed my lips and slammed the door behind me.


“Hey Am! What’s up?” Zayn chirped when he picked up the phone.

“Hey, can you come over for a little while?” I tried to keep my voice steady. I was at my house. Well I guess you would call it my parent’s house since I’m staying with—was—staying with…him. I couldn’t say his name.

“Yeah, sure. What’s wrong?”

“Um, nothing. I’ll see you soon, okay?” I tried to sound happy so Zayn wouldn’t get too worried.

“Okay…?” He hung up.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, it came back, and I broke down. Zayn brought me into his arms and held me there in the foyer for who knows how long. He petted my hair just like he did.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Zayn said as we sat down on my bed.

So that’s what I did. I told Zayn the whole story, and he held my hand the whole time, listening to my every word. He wiped away the tears I shed and held me when I needed it. Zayn was a wonderful person and a great friend.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as he held me.

“I thought I could trust him. Why didn’t he tell me?” I sniffed.

“Because he loves you. He talks about you nonstop. It’s almost boring how much he loves you.”

I giggled a little bit. “I’m sorry. I probably put you to sleep.”

“No way. I care about you, and I care about Harry. I’m glad you called me.”

There was a moment of silence. “Thanks, Zayn. I needed a friend right now.”

“Why didn’t you call Sam?” He asked.

“She’s with Niall. Apparently they took a little road trip. They should be back in a few days.” I explained. I took Zayn’s hand in mine and studied how it looked—his dark hand holding my pale one. It was different, and it felt good.

When I took my head off his shoulder, he half smiled at me. Zayn was so…beautiful. But more importantly, he was here, when I needed him the most.  I studied every inch of his face; to his full lips to his defiant jaw line to his smooth, tanned skin.

With my clouded judgment I didn’t know what was happening until I pressed my lips to his. It was only for a second before he pulled away, a startled look on his face. But then it went away, and our lips were touching again. We were full-on making out, his hand on the back of my neck—something that was so familiar. I lay down and pulled Zayn on top of me, his hands on either side of my face supporting him. Suddenly, he pulled away.

“I can’t—we can’t. It’s not right.” He breathed.

“Why not?” I asked as he sat up, and I did the same.

“Because you’re in love with Harry.” Zayn said simply and I flinched at his name. “You’re upset and aren’t thinking clearly.”

I groaned and fisted my hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. I’m a slut.”

“Don’t say those things, okay? You’re not stupid and you’re certainly not a slut.” Zayn said sternly and looked me in the eye.

I nodded, but I knew I was right. I wasn’t in love with Zayn, I was in love with Harry. I was so stupid to think that kissing my best friend would make me feel better, when it only made me feel dirty. “Harry is never going to forgive me.” I said.

“Of course he will. He’s going to fight for you.”

“No he’s not. He’ll hate me.” I whispered.

“Are you going to tell him…about this?” Zayn asked.

I sighed. “Yeah, I am. The last thing we need right now are secrets.” I said, and stood up, Zayn did too. I gave him a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thanks for listening, I really needed someone.”

“You’re welcome. I’m always here, you know.” He smiled.

“Thanks, Zayn.”

He kissed my cheek, then left. I plopped down on my bed, replaying the kiss with Zayn. It had felt amazing at the time —only because I was upset and vulnerable— but now, I see just how wrong it felt. It wasn’t like kissing Harry. Zayn’s lips were slightly rougher, where Harry’s were soft and just right.

Oh my God, this is so messed up. This whole thing is getting screwed up. First, I find that Harry met up with his psychotic ex-girlfriend/one night stand Brittany. I broke up with him and then I kissed his band mate—who is also my best friend. And I hate myself for it.

The one thing I wasn’t going to do was run into Harry’s arms and apologizes for everything, because he was the one that lied to me. She kissed him when he had a girlfriend and it didn’t occur to tell me. I wanted to be with him so badly, but I needed time to trust him again. He claimed he didn’t cheat on me, but then why would Brittany say the things she did?

My mind wandered for hours until I finally fell asleep, only I didn’t have “sweet dreams”.


When I woke up, the sky was black and my phone said 2:30a.m. I had many missed calls and text messages from Harry, but I deleted every one of them. Since sleep was no longer an option, I got up and went downstairs to watch TV. The news was on —and not much else— so I watched that until there was a knock on the door. Confused, I opened it and there stood no other than Louis Tomlinson. “Louis, what are you doing here?”

“Good morning!” He grinned.

I rubbed my forehead. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning, so I’m actually right, here…Technically.”

“Whatever. Come on in.” I stepped aside and Louis walked in. “What’s up?”

“Zayn told me that you two kissed.” He sat down on my couch and got comfortable.

I blinked. “H-He did?” I stuttered. Louis nodded. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? I just think you were angry and confused.”

“That’s what Zayn said.” I muttered as I sat down next to Lou.

He sighed. “I’m just here to make sure you’re okay.”

I rested my head on his chest and he patted my head like I was a dog. “Thanks, Louis. I’m okay. I just miss Harry.”

“Harry told me everything, too. Do you think he cheated on you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think so. It doesn’t seem like him to do something like that. I just wish he told me that the bitch kissed him.”

Louis made a tisk tisk noise with his tongue. “He messed up on that one.”

I rolled my eyes. “Did he tell you I broke up with him?”

Louis was silent for a little bit. “Yeah.”

I shook my head. “After one year, it’s crazy not to be in his arms. I don’t like it, Louis.”

“Then go back to him.”

 “I don’t know if I can.”

Louis sighed. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. What he did was wrong.”

“Yes, but we all make mistakes in our lives Amabel. We shouldn’t be judged for our one big mistake, bur for our many small accomplishments.”

I looked up at him. “Woah. Did you make that up?”

“Nope,” he said, “I read it online.”

“You’re insane, Louis Tomlinson.” I sighed as I closed my eyes. I could almost hear Louis say ‘My mom tells me that a lot’ as I fell asleep. 

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